Galakordi Urtis Krat

I wouldn't trust the statements of the Floyd much. The only thing I know is that a biography of Syd Barrett will be released soon. We just have to see who is involved with it. If it were, for example, his sister, I would be on safe ground.

what a drag, I need to stop commenting on the reviews of Pink Floyd and Syd Barrett... fuck it

Alright, Silian. Well done. Without a shadow of a doubt, you know me. (Have I already said "well done" to you?)

Just a moment, Syd stopped playing the guitar because he was too disappointed by the behavior of his "friends." Everyone can take it in their own way. But to claim he stared at the wall all day is just a jerk thing to say. He had simply chosen to lead a secluded and quiet life, certainly different from that of his former companions. He did leave the house; he wasn't exactly imprisoned. He was just alone.

Until proven otherwise (unless we are ubiquitous in time-space as well as four-dimensional), everything we know about things and characters "that are not us" comes to us from external sources: stories, things we've heard, books we've read, newspaper articles, the internet. I really don't understand what the hell it has to do with accusing me of copy-pasting (and precisely because I didn't do it, it really pisses me off).

So what? Where's the problem?

The anecdote I posted should make it clear that Syd was not a "flash." The name "Syd" was given to him many years earlier by childhood friends when they frequented a venue where a certain Sid Barrett (without the y) played. His real name is Roger Keith Barrett, and the Pink Floyd were his creation. They brought to life that majestic album which is "The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn." His creation once again. A seminal album (I remind you), that influenced the music world for many years. The Fuck Floyd smelled only money in that. That's what they had on their minds then and still do now. Now, don’t tell me that a load of nonsense like The Wall or all their other idiotic albums has anything to do with the Pink Floyd (the real ones, those of the FIRST album) because then we would get into a discussion that could go on forever. The works of the official Fuck Floyd (the ones that EVERYONE knows) are pop-subcultural artworks of an astonishing arrogance. Pretentious to the unbelievable. Sunday psychedelia for layabouts and family fools with a hobby for record players.

I am registered on this site as Galakordi Urtis Krat and that’s it, and I only have this nickname. I have never (and I emphasize never) posted an anonymous comment. What should I add, mr silian87? For killgod: look it up online.

While the utterly craptastic Fuck Floyd were recording Wish You Were Here (the greatest anthem of hypocrisy of the entire twentieth century), a fat man with not much hair, carrying a bag of groceries, wandered around the recording studio. The studio was the legendary Abbey Road. Nobody paid attention to that man, or rather, nobody regarded him, since none of them had ever seen him before. The man wandered through the rooms, looking around undisturbed. The Fuck Floyd began to feel uneasy. Only after a while did Dave "shitty" Gilmour himself approach him and recognize him. "Syd...!" he said, hesitantly. The man looked him in the eyes and calmly replied, "Don't you think it sounds a bit dated?" After which he said goodbye and left everyone dumbfounded. Nobody had the guts to stop him or say anything.

I don't understand who they are, but a few excerpts from the review are more than enough for me.